| [ooc] I'm starting now. Anyone approved should join up riiiiiight now. :3 [bic] Adrian was critical about the train, though he knew it was the only way to this institute—this base for creating the next generation—from his small town besides flying by plane. He disliked planes. And at least since the station was close to the hospital, Anna could come as well too see him off. None of the nurses had liked the idea at first, but she had charmed them into it. After days of begging and pleading they had hustled her into the wheelchair and allowed him to roll it along the bumpy side walk, chaperoned by Mary, the nurse who was usually in charge of Anna. All the while they were going, she had a giant smile on her face and her eyes closed, relishing every breath of un-sterile air she could breathe. Just having her there made Adrian feel a bit better about leaving. She chattered about it as if it was the best thing that had ever happened to her, and she wasn’t even as involved as he was. The station was packed and noisy that day, putting both Mary and Adrian on edge. People bustled around, pushing and pulling one another, hugging good-bye, kissing, smiling, crying. Adrian forced these people out of his focus, keeping his eyes on Anna until they reached the booth where he was to leave her behind. “I’ll miss you,” she said instantly, the moment he turned to go. This made him look back down at her. There were tears in her eyes, but he knew too well she was much too strong for crying. “I’ll write to you as often as I can and I’ll call you and text you while you’re gone.” She sniffed. Going down on his knees, he took up her face in his hands so she was forced to look at him again. He wanted to see her eyes as long as he could. “I’m sure you’ll be fine. You’ll make lots of friends.” That was a lie. “And I can stay here by myself with Mary. She can protect me while you’re gone. It’ll be like you never left.” Another lie. “Don’t worry about me at all. Focus on studying and other school-things.” She smiled again now, using her shaky hands to push back tears. “Don’t worry,” she repeated. He touched her hair. “I won’t worry. You’re getting stronger,” he said, trying to smile back. He only made it look more like a frown, though, and she laughed at his effort. “I’m going to miss—my train. If I don’t go now. You know, I have to catch it before it leaves.” She nodded, tapped his nose with her pinky instead of saying good-bye, and watched him leave. He didn’t turn around. He knew he wouldn’t be able to leave if he saw her cry. - The trip by train was uncomfortable. The seats were cushioned, but only enough to hide the stiff wooden seats. The music they played for those in the lower compartments was only classical—and not even the type of classical he enjoyed. The man whom he shared his compartment with was old, and not only drooled in his deep slumber, but snored as well. Despite being worried about his new school, Adrian was all too happy to get off the rumbling, uncomfortable contraption and hurry up the stone steps and in the gate. At first he was confused as to whether he was in the right place. It was so large and clean and not at all like the public school he had attended for most of his life. Taking three deep breaths he moved towards the largest building, assuming that was the one he should report to. Of course he was wrong, though he did find a map the pointed out where he was supposed to be, and used that to guide him to the Administrative Offices. The woman there was kind enough. She checked off his name on a list, typed some things on a computer, and then printed out a sheet of paper for him. It read over the top: School of Manipulation: Pupil #123232145 He read this three times, and then checked his schedule—which he concluded would be interesting, and dorm room number—331. On the way to English, he got lost once again. First he entered the right-most building, and then the left-most. Finally, he found the right one and, already feeling dreadful, took his seat near the window, towards the front of the classroom. |
| I woke up early that morning, not really wanting to, but my parents were overly happy. My liitle girl got into a great privite school. Mom was so excited that she woke me up at 6:00 am. I groaned as I slowly walked to the bathrrom to get ready. Twenty minutes later I was dressed and all packed to go. " You ready honey?" Mom asked. " Yes of course." I answered her. She was about to cry. Dad had said a word as usual. I didn't care he wasn't my real father anyway. I left the house and walked all the way to the train. Thats right I still walk to places even the year 2020. I made to the train in 10 minutes cause I was walking slow. " Why did I have to leave so early anyway?" I thought as I entered the train nd sat down in a nearby sit. I sat my my bag next to me and pulled out my ipod, which was out of date, and put my earphones for the long ride. I pulled out my Nintendo DSi started playing. A hour later I made it to the school. " Wow!" I said as walked up to the map. " God....This place is huge." Still wearing my earphones, I looked on my ipod to check the time. It was 7:30 am so I guess I still had time. I followed the map and made it almost with getting lost. In bold letters on the door said Adminstrative Office. I knew I was at the right place. I went in and gave the lady at the desk my name. She did some quick typing and give me a paper with everything I needed on it. The lady seems a little distribed by the fact the whole time I was wearing a big smile. I expected as much. I was pupil number 232337 huh? My dorm number was 227. From looking I still had time to check out my room. I changed my mind when I saw classed started the 8:10 am. I checked the time again and saw it was 7:50am. So I waled to the class room. " Thiis is so huge. " I said to myself. I walked into the class room and saw someone already there. I walked over to a seat in the second row close to the door and sat down. |
| Rorschasch's Journal Unknown Date. Unknown Time. Woke up...Feel smaller...Shorter. I feel....Younger...Is this another part of HIS plan? A large building a few miles away...Going to check it out now. Rorschach was still in his clothes, hat and "mask". He was indeed younger. By exactly how much, he didn't know. He was at least 18 again. He began walking to the building, hands in his coat pockets. He walked inside, deciding not to be stealthy about it. He deduced that this was a large school, may be a privite school. He walked into the room labeled "PRINCIPLE" and sat down, glaring at the person sitting at the desk. "Why am I here?" He growled. |
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| "Fayt! Get your ass out of bed!" A black haired teen lifted his head and glared at the voice, "Shut up... I'm up already... " Fayt said as he sat up and ran his fingers through his hair before glancing at the clock. 4:30 AM... What the hell, no wonder it was still so damn dark. "Don't tell your father to shut up young man!" the man snarled as he lifted his arm to hit Fayt. A sort of past time this fucker had, he almost always tried to release his pent up stress on Fayt. He flinched however at the glare that Fayt shot him, "Father..? Who the fuck do you think you are? My father died when I was six," Fayt growled as the man stepped back. His name always left a nasty taste in Fayt's mouth, but he'd much rather call him by his first name than by dad, "Rick." Ah Rick... the latest in the long line of assholes that Fayt was sent to. Since he turned 18 a week ago, he had started to look for a place to live. But being a student had it's disadvantages, and with a rep sheet like his, only crazy people would hire him. Constantly getting in fights, hitting his seniors, breaking things, and other offenses. Ah... who would ever want a reject like him. "W-whatever boy. You are gonna miss your train," Rick said as he tossed a napsack of clothes to Fayt. Fayt smile had an aura of malice oozing from it as he stood up. He had been dressed since the night before, because he couldn't wait to get out of his hellhole, "Thanks," he said as he teleported to the first floor. The sound of breaking glass made Rick flinch and run down the stairs. A jar of money that had "Rainy Day Funds" was on the ground. Four hundred dollars in small bills were missing, and the only thing of Fayt that was still around was a message in the air, spelled out in floating pennies, "Kindly shove us up your ass Rick~" it read, with the R in his name switching to the letter D and R constantly. --------- Ah the train... mankind's most annoying creation next to the bus. Fayt would've much rather teleport to this 'school' he was now enrolled in, but he was never there so he couldn't. The sound of babies crying, people coughing and or sneezing made him lose it. He pulled out his Zune and listened to his music the entire time. ---------- "Student #87 huh... and dorm number 112?" Fayt said after he emptied the contents of his package that he was handed after entering the office of the 'school.' The receptionist smiled and nodded, "That is correct Mr. Fayt. Feel fr-" she was cut off by Fayt's hand, "No thanks, but I already know what you are gonna say. Just act like the parrot you are and spew that recycled garbage to someone that care," he said in a monotone, uncaring voice as he picked up his bag and walked to the courtyard. Spotting a girl with purple hair bought back an old feeling of his, "Ah.. purple hair. How that brings me back. Sugarlips use to have that color..." he said aloud as he pasted her by. He felt a burning sensation in his back, and he turned with a raised eyebrow, "What? Did I say something that offended you?" he asked the girl. She looked like she was shaking as she mumbled something under her breath. |
| "Mother, Father, I'm leaving," Cecilia stated, standing at the threshold between the living room and the outside world with luggage in hand. Today would be the first of many away from her parents and her home. When she received the letter of acceptance, there was no doubt she'd receive one, she had been thrilled...well as much as a seventeen-year old woman could be. But now that she thought about it, the idea of leaving all that she loved seemed daunting. Even now as she stared at her mother's melancholy eyes, she could feel her resolve weakening. "Honey, remember, if you don't like the school you can always come back. We won't force you to stay if you don't like it," her mother gave her the patented bear hug before stepping aside for her father. "I'm proud of you. Keep up with your studies and try not to wreck anything with that voice of yours," her father joked, nodding to her with pride present in his eyes. She looked at both of them, smiling slightly at her parents' understanding. "Oh yes, I almost forgot!" Her mother left the room only to return with a sleek, blue cellphone and popped it into Cecilia's hand. "I'll be calling every once in a while to check up on you." Cecilia groaned. "Mother, I'll be fine. Don't worry so much, please." "I'm your mother. I'm supposed to fret and worry over my only daughter." The young woman sighed then hugged her parents once more before bidding them goodbye and heading off. Things were going to get interesting, she could feel it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cecilia dragged her luggage into the office, waiting patiently on line as the students ahead of her received their prospective packages and dormitory numbers. It had taken her only a few hours by train and car to arrive at the building. The school was extremely secretive, nestled away from curious eyes. "Name," the receptionist stated, glancing up from the computer monitor. "Cecilia Scorascia." The female secretary typed erratically, bringing up a page containing her picture and information. Nodding, she leaned down and produced a single package. "Here is your student package. Inside entails your Student ID Number, your dormitory number, and other necessities for your stay." The woman smiled, before turning away to address the next in line. Cecilia stepped away and opened her package, producing two slips of paper. "Student ID Number 8. Dormitory Number...112. Is that on the ground floor?" The purple-haired young woman further inspected her student package and retrieved a map from the very bottom depicting the entire layout of the school. Well, that answers her question. "Ah.. purple hair. How that brings me back. Sugarlips use to have that color..." a boy said aloud, making her swivel around in shock and irritation. It couldn't be...the Headmaster couldn't have accepted someone like him. Cecilia looked at the boy out of her peripheral vision, shaking with fury as her suspicions were confirmed. "What? Did I say something that offended you?" the boy asked. Cecilia turned around to face him, fire burning brightly in her eyes. "What.are.you.doing.here?" she seethed. Why the hell is Fayt here, of all people? Did Fate despise her so much she had to reunite with him? |
"Someone once told me that, 'Friendships come with meetings, partings and reunions.' But how could you truly part with someone if they're always there...in your heart?" |
| "What.are.you.doing.here?" the girl hissed. A smile that looked like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland crept across Fayt's face as he took a step back to fully analyze the purple haired girl. "Well well, look who we have here. It IS Sugarlips after all~" he teased, "Who've though we'd be in the same school again after 12 years of not seeing one another," Fayt added as he is gaze drifted to her bust. The smirk on his face widened, "You seemed to have grown~" SMACK! The sound of a slap echoed throughout the yard, causing other students to turn their heads in interest. Fayt's face had a large red hand print on it as his head was turned slightly. 'Sugarlips' seemed like she was fuming from the ears. He shot a look to her, "What the hell Cecilia! We haven't seen one another for all those years and the first thing you do is slap me?!?," he growled as he rubbed his face ferociously to try to rid himself of the sting it left behind, " What! Was the peck on the lips at 6 that big of a deal to you? Or is it because I said that your chest isn't flat anymore!?" |
| Cecilia glared at him, counting down from ten in her mind to ebb away the anger that had built up at his mere presence. "The fact that you were staring at my chest at all is reason enough for me to injure you," she stated, easily side-stepping the question about twelve years ago. Yes, that kiss was a big deal to her. Heck, it would be a big deal to about any girl. That kiss was her first; it wasn't her second, oh no, it had to be her first. And of course after that, he just up and disappears. Slowly she curled and unfurled her fists, sighing as the last of her fury faded away into mere annoyance. Cecilia allowed the first few sentences that he spoke to drift through her mind. The words be, school, and again standing out the most. Glancing down at the student package clasped in his hand, she stated, "I see the Headmaster accepted you as well." How and why? "I understand inviting me, but he or she must not have high standards if they accepted you , Fayt." |
DarkeikoMar 29, 2009 4:30 PM
| "Someone once told me that, 'Friendships come with meetings, partings and reunions.' But how could you truly part with someone if they're always there...in your heart?" |
| "How the hell should I know why the Headmaster accepted me. Something about my gift I guess. Probably the reason why all these others freaks are here, each and everyone of us," he sighed as he noticed the angry stares he was given. Grinning at the looks of hate he received, he patted Cecilia on the head, "Well, I'd love to sit here and drone on about useless information, but I have to find this..." he paused and looked at the dorm number again, "Dormitory Room 112, so that I can drop my sh..." he stopped as he noticed Cecilia's face turn pale, "What?" Fayt questioned with a raised eyebrow. |
| Norah woke to the sound of her alarm clock going off. It was an unpleasant sound. A high-pitched beeping that went on until it was hit. And so she did, her fist colliding with the unsuspecting plastic as easily as a ball would hit the ground and come back up. Her hand against the clock was enough to melt the thing down to it’s base, and as she rolled out from under the clumped red blankets, she picked it up and tossed it into a pile of similar destroyed appliances. As she wasn’t picky about her clothes, she was dressed quickly, with her duffle bag thrown over her shoulder and Polk’s birdcage in her hand, she was ready to leave. Outside was bustling. People bending themselves to fit into all the spaces between buildings and more people. Buildings towering over everything, casting shadows into all the corners and cracks. The day was cold and blustery, so Norah pulled her sweater tighter about her tiny shoulders. Polk squawked angrily in his cage. Ignoring this, Norah threw open the door to the rusty old car she drove. As soon as the warmth inside hit Polk, he stopped his relentless chatter and she breathed a sigh of relief. “Fucking bird,” she muttered. Pom had bought her that bird. She had gone out of her way not to tell him about this. This school she had been accepted to. She didn’t know how: the only school she’d ever been accepted to was her neighborhood high school. Breathing out slowly, she looked down at the piece of paper with the directions on it. Thankfully, she would drive right past Dunkin’ Doughnuts. After retrieving her coffee, she was truly on her way. The car spluttered angrily as she rolled along, first out of the city, then out of the state. Finally, she turned into the school’s driveway. She wanted to crash the car into the front gates. They needed some denting, but the official look made her stop and park a few feet away instead. When she removed Polk, he began his incessant screeching. She covered the cage with a towel, picked up the duffle bag, and pushed her way into the school, being careful not to let her hands rub together as she did so. First day at a new school? Best not to light the grounds on fire. The Administrative Offices were easy to find. The woman gave her her paper, and she shoved it into her pocket without looking at it. Moments after she received hers, two others entered. She ignored them as they argued, smacked each other, yelled. Raising an eyebrow as she turned to leave, she caught only that last few words the boy said. “…all these others freaks are here, each and everyone of us”. Well. Freaks. It took Norah a moment to compose herself. She had no intention of letting that go. “Excuse me?” she muttered, and then said louder, so she could be heard, “excuse me? Freaks?” |
| Teacher RP for Adrian and Nanami(Teacher name: Animo) Animo looked up from his desk, while still remaining in the slanted position he was in. Susupiciously glaring at the two students who entered, I'll be waiting to know what their power is. He straightened himself, so that he could appear to be a real teacher rather than an assistant. His desk was as informal, and unorganized as ever. The only teacher in the school who always remained like that. Animo tried to crumple some papers and stuff them into one of his desk's drawers, but all in vain. There was already so much in the drawer, that it became unspacious. Inspite of frustration, he stood up from his desk and walked to the back of the classroom, and stood on an unusual sphere, waiting for the other students. Principle RP for Rorschasch (Principle name: Unknown (May call him principle)) I stood in the shadows, admiring the vase that was on the edge of my so-called desk. To a new person, it appears to be a normal desk, but if examined closely, it turns out to be a advanced device. Even I can't fully understand it's functions yet. Suddenly, a person comes in. I was indeed, surprised at first, which happens occasionaly. I quickly closed the lights, so my face would remain hidden. Despite the fact that my face shows nothing, I still want to seem mysterious. I've always wanted to be different from normal people. The person, I identified him immediately, Rorschasch. It was stated in his letter, that he was to meet me instantly after arrival at this school. "Why am I here?" he growled. I was surprised by his disrespect. I usually hate these kinds of students. Really hate them. And that's why, my other personality is here. I quickly became overcome by my alter-ego. "Don't be surprised, I called you here to tell you something," I said in my deep yet dark voice. "You are to monitor a certain teacher. I've heard from certain people that you are experienced in stealth. So, do you accept?" My alter-ego's voice is the kind that makes even innocent people in court want to admit the their guiltless crime. |
| Rorschach just growled. "Who the hell do you think you are? Were you even the one who brought me here?" He stood up, his mask's inkblot constantly moving. "One second i'm in New York City in 1985, and the next i'm here! Wherever HERE is." It has been awhile since he spoke this much. His voice was raspy and cold. "Who are you? Why am I here? What is this place? and why am I 18 years old...AGAIN? I was 34 an hour ago!" ((What's with the first person? Is the Principle the main character of this RP?)) |
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| OOC: ((Yeah, it seems like the Principle is, indeed, the main character. And, seriously, it's not neccessarily a rule that "the first person mode, means that the person is the main character." Think of it as different chapters of a story, you'll understand. What's with the age thing? I thought your power was Shadow Manipulation. Since when did Rorschach start time leaping? 0.o)) |
| (It isn't his power. Someone else did it. I can make him normal age if you want) |
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| I was sitting with my eyes closed listening to my music. This always cause me to concentrate. Before I realised it I had caused the desks close to me and myself was floating in the air. When the song was over I opened my eyes and saw I was almost at the ceiling. I took a deep breath and put the desks down first then myself. A huge smile was on my face as I sat back down. " Great...I did it again. " I thought. I then noticed the teacher. I wonder why I never realised he was there before. |
| Adrian looked up at the girl floating above him. His eyebrows were raised slightly in interest. As she lowered herself down, he tried to smile at her, taking Anna's advice. 'Make friends.' He took a long, deep breath and spoke. "Hi." Witty, he congratulated himself. "Nice trick." He waved his hand in the general direcction of the ceiling. Smooth. |
| "Come on Celilia~ Why are you so pale?" asked Fayt with a curious smirk on his face. Something was up with her, the second he said that his dorm number was 112, she was drained of all of her color. "Excuse me? Freaks?" asked a voice. Fayt arched an eyebrow at the unwelcome guest in his and Cecilia's conversation. She had black hair with the front dyed pink, brown eyes, she was short, and she looked like a skeleton wrapped in skin. Really. She was that skinny... "Yeeaaah... freaks. I don't think I stuttered, now did I little girl?" answered Fayt as his smirk sagged to a frown. He then stood up straight and crossed his arms, "What are you anyways... a middle schooler or something? Shouldn't you be at a different school? Or does this place take all ages?" he asked. Judging by her reaction, he obviously hit a weak spot of hers, "Oh. I think I get it now... you aren't a middle schooler, you're just short aren't you?" he snickered, "But yes, We are freaks, all of us are. Or... do you have a better way to label rejects like us?" he asked. |
| Norah placed Polk's cage carefully on the ground. Her parakeet would not be toasted if it got bad. "I'm fucking eighteen," she said shrilly. "And do think there's something wrong with being short? Because if there is, then I've got some serious fucking words for you." She was rubbing her fingers together slowly, waiting to snap them, to cause the flame. Her jaw was clenched tightly. She barley trusted herself to speak. She wanted a fight. Norah always wanted a fight. It kept the bordem away nicely. Polk began clattering around his cage. He got upset when she started flicking cinders around like they were nothing. |
| I looked over at the guy. " Hi! Nice to meet you. No, its not a trick. Its my gift." I was smiling harder than ever. " I am suprized that someone is talking to me. Maybe he is like me or something?" I thought. |
| Teacher Post for Adriane and Nanami Animo looked up, and sighed. Another one of them.Animo opened his mouth to speak, but closed it. He stared at the only girl in the class, who was also staring back. He quickly turned his stare into a scowl and looked away.The sphere he stood on was now finally turning red, along with a glow that was bright, but not bright enough to shine throughout the whole classroom. That took long enough. What was that teacher thinking? Talking in a meeting like that. Animo, muttering, strolled back to the front of the classroom. "Why are so many people late?" he questioned himself, but could be heard by the students. He took a pile of papers which were placed on the very edge of his desk, and held them tightly in his hand. He went to the chalkboard which was right behind his desk, really convinient, and wrote his name, "Mr.Animo", in italic. Then, he stood staring at his papers at the corner of the board. Time to wait. Principle RP for Rocshacsh "Don't worry about that, do you accept or not?" I told him, while staring directly into his eyes...or mask's eyes. "And, hold on a second." I sensed something going on in hallway 12, 52 degrees north, and 75 degrees west. I can't believe it's already started. Cecilia, what did I tell you about Fayt? I quickly sent a telepathy transmission to the nearest teacher to the location. The teacher wasn't busy, great for me. I put my concentration back to Roscsash, who seemed to be getting violent and angrier by the second. Teacher RP for Cecilia, Fayt, and Norah (Teacher Name- Mr. Kimashiro(Japanese Teacher)) Kimashiro headed out of his office the instance he recieved the message. Exact as always, I like that thing about you.Just as he stepped out, he could see a few metres away from him, Fayt and Cecilia.Their first fight...already started. Kimashiro heard Fayt's foul-mouthedness. You told me about this... He nonchalantly walked over to the scene, where the air was getting tense. Fayt, Cecilia...and the third was....Norah. ....Wow, the three of them, they just had to meet here. "Oi, Fayt and Norah, stop. Cecilia, you're supposed to be the good-mannered one here, why didn't you stop them? Fayt, stop your nonsense, always labeling yourself, aren't you? Don't think that others are the same as you. Never. And Norah, stop your nonsense, it's getting you nowhere," Kimashiro sighed, This is gonna be a tough year. |
| "Look here Shortcakes. I'm not here to fight... er scratch that, I'm not here to fight on the first day," Fayt said as he dropped down to her eye level and watched curiously as she rubbed her fingers together slowly. He tilted his head at this. Did it mean that she fought by rubbing her fingers together. If so, then he easily knew how to deal with her, seeing as to how she wouldn't be the first firecracker he dealt with. Raising his hands as if in apology after confirming that she was a fire starter by the way she was flicking off cinders nonchalantly, "Look, I have no problem with height, and I'm s-so-sorry" he spat out say if it was the first and hardest thing for him to say, "about calling us all freaks." Boy did that leave a bitter aftertaste in his mouth. He noticed someone that looked like a teacher walk up to them and interrupt them, "Why are you addressing me like you know my life story Teach? I don't remember ever meeting you. Plus what's so bad about labeling us as we are? We are freaks aren't we? Why the hell else would we be sent here?," Fayt said bitterly as he straightened himself up. He had completely ignored the face that Norah had made at the nickname he gave her, "You call us gifted, so weren't you the ones that labeled us first? Or is the Headmaster the one I should be asking?" "Know what.. forget it.." Fayt sighed and looked back to wave to the two girls, "Later Sugarlips and Shortcakes, but I have a dorm room to find," he chuckled as he turned back to the teacher, "Oh and you too Teach, see ya around. Maybe," Fayt said with a smirk as he teleported outside to track down dorm 112. |
SnowmanGrimmMar 26, 2009 10:29 PM
| ((OOC: This is gonna be a short one. Gotta go off. >.>)) Teacher RP for Fayt, Cecilia and Norah "Life story? That has nothing to do with this. Gifted? Like that'll ever happen. The word, Gifted, is just a show for the public. Don't go around thinking you're special or anything. You're here just for a super-natural thing, that you "happened" to get," he paused for a moment, "and, listen up, Fayt, there's a thing called, respect, too. If you've ever heard about it," Kimashiro called out to Fayt as he left. Arrogance, nicely done, Fayt. Think you'll be a good student, a really good one. Kimashiro smirked and ran his hands through his hair. The principle sure picks some great people, but can't say the same thing about Cecilia. On that thought, he turned around and reverted his gaze to the two girls standing behind him. |
Nightt_Mar 26, 2009 10:25 PM
| ((This'll be short. Need sleep)) "....Give me awhile to think about it. I need to know what the hell this place is before I start making deals to strangers." Rorschach turned and walked out. He walked out and began to climb to the roof. He stood on the edge of the roof, hands in his coat pockets again. |
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| "Excuse me, sir," she responded calmly to the teacher, although inside she was extremely annoyed. Who did he think she was...the mediator? "but situations such as these have a tendency of resolving themselves. And considering I could feel the vibrations in the floor as you neared us, I considered that the fight would be concluded without my having to, for lack of a better word, butt in." Even if someone is good-natured, if they were stupid it wouldn't mean a thing. They could run blindly into situations without first considering the consequences of doing so. Although she was good-mannered, as the teacher put it so simply, she was first and foremost intelligent and considerate of what she was getting into. She notices the situation she's in and considers her options: what would happen if she intervened, feel if there was an outside force that could settle the dispute. "Besides," she continued, turning away, "I'm quite sure you wouldn't want a part of your precious school destroyed over something so trivial as a fight." Cecilia glanced over her shoulder, smirking, before heading out to find her dorm. Now to figure out which unintelligent moron she's going to be dorming with for the next four years. |
DarkeikoMar 26, 2009 10:59 PM
| "Someone once told me that, 'Friendships come with meetings, partings and reunions.' But how could you truly part with someone if they're always there...in your heart?" |
| Cecilia/Norah/Kimashiro Norah was thankful, almost, for the teachers intervention. Besides that she really had wanted to fight with him, her bird was there. She always put her bird's safty before her own and anyone else's. It was unusual, or so many of her friends back home said. She watched Cecilia leave next, and then turned back to the teacher. Say something, or not? Not. She chose, instead, to stalk off in search of dorm room 113, one the ground floor, to which she had been assigned. Nanami/Adrian This made Adrian flustered. He hadn't meant trick exactly, but power was a little too strong in his opinion, and he didn't often talk to people, and now his mind was racing and he wasn't quite sure what to say. He was incredibly thankful to his hair, which covered enough of his ears to hide that they were turning brilliant red. "Um. Yeah. That's--That's what I meant." |
| " Its ok. Do you have a gift?" I asked looking over at the teacher. " His name is Mr. Animo." I thought as I looked at the front of the class room. " His desk is really a mess." |
| Adrian debated with himself if he wanted to tell her what it was. She seemed nice, and she was rather pretty. Plus, if he made friends with her, then he would be able to write some truth in his letters to Anna: they both knew he would lie about having a good time if he wasn't. "Yeah. That's why I'm here." That would be enough for now. Time to get the topic off that sort of thing. "Do you think everyon else'll get here soon? The class is almost empty and it's about to start. At that moment, Norah came in with a smaller school bag over her shoulder and threw herself down in a chair at the back of the room unhappily. As it was, she had started off her day in a truely unpleasent way. Even Polk, who was back in her dorm, looked angry. |
| " Who knows? " I said to him," I almost forgot. I'm Nanami. What's your name?" I saw the girl walk past looking rather angry. " My....my....she is small. Is she sick or something?" I thought look back at the guy across the room. Then I decided to other there instead of having the conversation from across the room. I walked over the desk next to him and sat down. |
| Rorschach's Journal Unknown time, unknown place. No answers. The man I spoke with didn't tell me a thing. He wanted to hire me...Spy on a Teacher..I was right. This is a School. I'm going to investigate further... Rorschach jumped off the roof, his raised hand caught the closest thing that jetted out of the wall. He did this until he reached the ground. He walked into the school. His feet lead him to an English class. "Do you have a gift?" a girl asked a boy. ...GIFT? What did she mean? Rorschach walked up to the two kids, ignoring everyone else. "What do you mean by gift?" |
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| I looked up at the stange man standing over me. " Mask?" I thought. " A gift, like something special that only you can do." I said usual large smile. " This is funny looking. Maybe I should ask him." " What's with the mask?" |
| Kimashiro RP Well...that was rather exciting. A bunch of kids. Will be looking forward to "teach them. Kimashiro looked around and saw the office was crowded. Busy as always, good luck with it. He walked calmly back to his office, resuming his paperwork. He was actually working on a science exam. Which would decide that, which students are good, which are bad. The door, he left open, he stood up from his chair and strolled over to the door and closed it. But, he could see something awkward when he was about to close it. He saw a boy, wearing a mask, just passing by. Kimashiro shrugged, and went back to his desk. Still time left till' my class. Animo RP Animo now thought that it was time he begun class. The students were now entering in pairs, while glaring around the room when entering. Animo became irritated, he hated having students look around the room as if it were something special. He saw a masked boy come in, ....What the hell?. The masked boy had gone over to the two that had first entered the class room. Animo was furiated, the boy was asking them questions rather than sitting down. Before the boy could respond to the "gift" answer, which Animo obviously heard, Animo interrupted. He spoke loudly, that his voice echoed, "Ahem....Now, you all know what my name is," he paused to look at the masked boy, "before we begin our normal....ahem...classes, I would like you all to take a short test." |
| " Awww...really....a test already? That sucks." I thought looking at the teacher. " I was making a new friend. Dumb Teacher. Oh...well. School time." |
| ((BOY? Rorschach is 34.)) "Mask? What mask?" Roschach asked. "...Ah..You mean my true face..Right. Maybe I'll tell you the story when you are older, child. You can call me Rorschach...By Something Special..You mean super power? Like Dr. Manhattan?" |
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| "Adrain," he said quickly, just before the teacher called that there was to be a test. He looked down at his hands. He was good at testing, but the man with the mask... He was just in the middle of conversation with Nanami, and he'd intterupted. Pay no mind, Adrian told himself. He was just curious. Norah let out a long, agitated sigh. She hated tests. And what was it they they would be testing on so early in the year? |
| Fayt, Cecilia Hah... so this is the room that he'd be living in for the next 4 years? Two beds... great, he was rooming with someone. Fayt walked over to the right side of the room and threw his napsack of clothes and other belonging on the bed. Undoing the tie string, he emptied the contents all over the bed and started to shift through it looking for a shirt he wanted to wear. Voices carried in through the door, and his ear twitched in response. It sounded like two familiar voices conversing outside. Fayt just couldn't place his finger on who they were. Taking off his shirt, he tossed it on the bed in front of him and shifted through the articles of clothing again. His torso had fresh bandages wrapped around it, too cover up bruises and cuts. He had a scar on his stomach from a piece of glass that one of his fuckhead foster brothers had cut him with a year or two back. It was still in the process of healing. The door slowly opened and Fayt found a black button up shirt that he was gonna put on. The sound of luggage dropping made him look up. What the? Why is this person in his room, "What the? I didn't know that the rooms came with this type of service," he smirked as he shook the shirt out to get rid of any dryer lint it might've had on it. Dick, er Rick, never really cleaned out the lint trap, so his clothes always had some on them. |
| Cecilia meandered through the dormitory halls, searching for the correct room she'd be spending the next few years in. She purposefully moved along at a snail's pace, the arrival of Fayt and that teacher putting her into the extremely annoyed level. That teacher sure had a lot of gall to yell at her when she had done nothing worth getting scolded for. Because she was intelligent that automatically gave her the prerogative to resolve every single fight she came across? She could understand if lives were on the line, but this was a childish fight based on nothing. In all honesty, they were freaks no matter how much she wished it not to be true. They were freaks to the normal world; they were considered abnormal. But being called a freak doesn't make her any less accepting of her powers. She came to this school to learn and to eventually use her powers to help. "Here we are...112. Now to face my Fate." Although so far Fate had not been so kind. It was high time for a change of luck, right? Locks clicking open, Cecilia walked into the room only to come face to face with bare back making her drop her luggage in surprise. "What the? I didn't know that the rooms came with this type of service," said Fayt, smirking. Cecilia's anger came back full force. She stood corrected. ...Stupid Fate. |
DarkeikoApr 10, 2009 5:41 AM
| "Someone once told me that, 'Friendships come with meetings, partings and reunions.' But how could you truly part with someone if they're always there...in your heart?" |
| Buttoning up his black shirt, Fayt picked up a pile of clothes and opened a drawer with his "gift." Levitating the rest of his clothes around him, "So... what exactly are you doing in my room? Did you miss me that much that you had to stalk me? I didn't think you were the type," Fayt said as he knelt down to fill the drawers on the right side of the room with his clothes and other belongings. He had in total, a weeks worth of clothes, boxers, and a tattered photo album that read "Fuck Off" in bold Jokerman font. Wow... his stuff took up a drawer and a half out of a total of four drawers. What the hell was he gonna put in the rest of it? He walked back to the bed and picked up that sack again. Tossing it in the bottom drawer, he used his gift to shut all of them at the same time. Smirking, probably feeling proud that his gift wasn't fucking up too bad, he turned back to Cecilia as he dropped down onto his bed, "So... are you just gonna keep standing around all day Sugarlips?" he asked as he unwrapped a Crunch bar and bit into it. |
| ((Finally, I'm narrowing down to one RP...FINALLY! And, lol, Grim, I see "Fayt" is getting nicer, second by second.(No Sarcasm intended xD) Btw, you RPers are missing class!)) Animo RP Animo looked around at the surprised face expressions of the students. He sighed and started walking to the first desk to the right in the first row. The test isn't that hard...seriously. He stopped halfway and turned around to look at the door. He tramped towards the door, and closed it, not allowing a student outside to enter. The student was begging, but, his begging was in vain. "Late means late, and that's that," Animo muttered, and marched back to the desk. He counted the number of students in eah row, and passed the same number of papers to the first person in the respective rows. Now, time to explain what this is. "This exam or test, whatever you want to call it, is consisted of 4 simple questions. You will be given the whole period to complete the questions. If you're smart enough, you should understand them easily. Begin," he shouted, exaggerating the "smart enough" part. TEST QUESTIONS: 1) What is your power? What are it's advantages and disadvantages? Name atleast 5 for each. 2) List 3 situations in which you would use it in. Why? 3) Do you consider your power to be powerful? Why? 4) Since when did you start noticing your power? and how did you notice it? |
| ((Pshh... Fayt doesn't need class. You think he is? Damn... I'm making him to soft lol. Oh and a lot of good a door is gonna do for Fayt "when" he gets there lol)) |
| Cecilia calmly strode over to her bed and placed her luggage on top. Without once blinking, she produced a wad of Duck tape and stretched it so that it separated her half of the dorm from his. "You," she seethed, pointing a figure in his direction and then gesturing to the self-made boundary, "stay on your side. This is my side, that is yours. I don't want to know how or why we are dorm mates, but I do know this. I'm about to lay down some rules if we are going to survive these four years together." Shuffling through her luggage, she produced a spiral bound notebook and a few pens and pencils. Then she strode to the door, glancing back once. "Do not think, though Fayt, for a second that I won't fight for another dorm. I will speak to the Headmaster regarding this after class. I suggest coming along, even though I'm extremely annoyed at the moment. To accept students such as ourselves into this school, they must have extraordinary teachers. And I would hate to see what detention holds in store." She paused. "...On second thought, perhaps you should stay here. I could use some entertainment." She smirked before setting out the door toward class. |
| "Someone once told me that, 'Friendships come with meetings, partings and reunions.' But how could you truly part with someone if they're always there...in your heart?" |
| " Adrain.....nice name. Now......advantages....." I thought then I started getting one of those headaches again. " No....not now." I could hear people talking but I didn't see anyone talking. I held my head as I quickl wrote the answers to my questions. Answers I walked up to the desk and give the teacher the paper holdong my head with one hand and my things in the other. My smile was gone.....walking to the door I unlocked it and it flew open before I reached it. It closed and relocked after I left. I ran to the my dorm doors flying open as soon as I reached them. Once inside my room I fell to the floor hold my head " Stop........ talking........what is wrong with me now?....." I said though my teeth. All the lights bulbs bust in my room until the pain finally stopped and I calmed down. I got up and laid on the bed. " I'll stay here until my next class. |
| "You know how much of a bitch it's gonna be if they do dorm inspections..." Fayt said teleporting next to her. Not to mention, it wouldn't hurt to make the entrance to the room an okay zone. Seeing as to how it's on your side. Not to mention the shower is over there as well..." he sighed as he teleported further down the hall, "Later Sugarlips. I'm sure that detention will be pretty bad if you don't kick your ass into gear," he chuckled before teleporting away again. ------ Getting to the classroom, he saw that the door was locked. He let out a heavy sigh as he saw Cecilia running towards her. She was probably pissed at him for leaving her behind. He smirked and teleported into the room. Well tried at least... seems like you couldn't teleport in or out. It just made a large bang noise as he was pressed against it, causing him to fall backwards on his ass. |
| Rorschach looked at the teacher. "You got to be kidding...I have no power!" And as far as he knew, he didn't. He has yet to find out..He too has a power. He turned as the girl he was talking to before ran out. "What the..." He saw some objects move. "Is she....no..It can't be..." |
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| Adrian stared at the test for a long time before beginning. That was all they wanted? Just to know about him and his "gift". He was quizical at first: perhaps they were going to use it against the students later. Perhaps they were going to sell the information, and the students would be picked off one by one. No. He would just take the test. Get his answers down and try not to worry too much about it. 1) What is your power? What are it's advantages and disadvantages? Name atleast 5 for each. Manipulation of the human body and smiliar organs. Advantages being easy healing; not needing to carry medical equiptment on long journies; no long hopsital trips. Disadvantages being that there needs to be contact before it works--if used on opponents that are fast or have other flying abilities, it may be unusable; unstable, may harm others by mistake; only heals wounds, no diseases (until it takes a physical toll, such as liver failure and such). 2) List 3 situations in which you would use it in. Why? Emergency room (for broken bones, etc); on long journies (if a comrade is injured); to stun opposition long enough to escape. 3) Do you consider your power to be powerful? Why? If used correctly, I think it can. If it were to fall into the hands of--say--a terrorist, or a murderer, it could be deadly. 4) Since when did you start noticing your power? and how did you notice it? I panicked when my sister's heart gave way (when I was 13) and kept her alive long enough to reach the hospital and allow the doctors to stablize her. He completed the test and re-read the answers quickly. At about the same time Nanami did, he streched his legs and walked briskly to the front to hand the teacher his paper with a small incline of his head in awknoladgement. And then she flew out of the room. For a moment he was stunned, and then, without thinking, he dashed after her, fumbling with the lock for a moment. He caught sight of her turning a corner ahead of him in the hall, and ran to catch up with her. The door to her room slammed shut before he could stop it. "Nanami," he said, rapping his knuckles against it. "Nanami? Are you okay?" -- Norah was not interested in the slightest in the test. She stared at a wall for a long time, watched the display made by Nanami and then Adrian, chewed her pencil, and kicked her desk's legs before finally turning her attention on the quiz. She was less suspicious then Adrian. In fact, she thought so little of it that her answers came out almost jumbeled. 1) What is your power? What are it's advantages and disadvantages? Name atleast 5 for each. I lite stuff on fire. It's good for destroying things and bruning people and roasting marshmallows. The bad bits are when I blow stuff up by mistake. (In smaller wrighting now, as if she had written too large and then forgotten something). And when I drink soda, I can breathe fire like the dragons do. 2) List 3 situations in which you would use it in. Why? Camping. Action movies. 3) Do you consider your power to be powerful? Why? Hell yes it's powerful. Listen to this: Blow. Shit. Up. 4) Since when did you start noticing your power? and how did you notice it? First I singed my ex-boyfriend's eyebrows off (you can imagine why he's ex). It didn't really start to show until high school, though, when I lit the gym on fire when the PE teacher pissed me off. Standing up, she kicked her chair in and wandered up to the front desk, handing the page to the teacher. "So hey, teach, what's up with the quiz first-thing. Don't you guys, like, have all this information in some vault some where?" |
genuineruckusMar 27, 2009 7:33 PM
| Cecilia shook her head, grinning slightly as Fayt pulled himself to his feet. She could have told him that something like that would happen. Well, that's what he gets for teleporting off without her. "There's something called knocking on the door, Fayt," she said, rapping three times. "Like I said, this is no ordinary school to be accepting people such as us. You should take care to remember that." "Oh," she had almost forgotten. "There's a reason why the shower is on my side." She wasn't going to argue over who uses the shower first for the next four years. Besides, it was only fair that the lady reserves the right to use the shower first. |
| "Someone once told me that, 'Friendships come with meetings, partings and reunions.' But how could you truly part with someone if they're always there...in your heart?" |
| I heard the knock at the door. I walked over the shattered carefully but ended up stepping on it anyway. It didn't bother me since I just when though all that pain. I opened the door to Adrain standing there. " Adrian....... I'll be ok........". I told still rubbing my head. I looked at Adrian. " What's wrong? Sorry I worried you". |
| ((Am I gonna have to make another character so I can post more than once a day. Poor Rorschach. No one like him)) |
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| Adrian was unconvinced by her act. "You're bleeding," he said, gesturing to the glass on the floor and then the cuts on the bottoms of her feet, her legs, her arms. "Hold still." He moved his hand to touch her arm, the the cuts slowly began to heal until they were gone. "I don't like seeing people hurt. Do you want me to help you clean that?" He pointed to the glass. She reminded him of Anna, almost, judging just by the way she seemed to be locked in a dream when he first met her, and causing herself harm as well. |
| I looked at Adrian in shock. " He healed me......" " Thank you but you didn't have to." I said. My headache was finally gone after the time I got to lay down. " I'll clean it. " The glass floated over to the garbage can and fell in. " See all done." I said with my smile back on my face. |
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